...BLESSED...

Blessed are those who around you
For they don’t miss you for a moment
Fortunate are those who get a glimpse of you
For they don’t need a refreshing coffee

At St Francis fella don’t visit churches
For luck favor those with you
Blessed are who share space with you
For they breathe life in every breath

No pain, no tear and no heart break anymore
Mirth love and optimism all around
What else folk can do???
It’s the magic of your aura though

And pity for those who don’t get moved
For they don’t accept the order of the world
I feel jealous and curse HIM for the same
May be in my next birth I will be blessed though

They follow harder right over easier wrong
May be they follow you
For the years to come St Francis may boast
Such a miracle walked through...

La Scriptina...

Aman ki Asha - Gulzar at his best

आँखों को VISA नहीं लगता
सपनों की सरहद होती नहीं
बंद आखों से रोज़ मैं सरहद पार चला जाता हूँ
मिलने मेहदी हसन से

सुनता हूँ उनकी आवाज़ को चोट लगी है
अब कहते हैं
सूख गए हैं फूल किताबों में
यार फ़राज़ भी बिचाद गए हैं
शायद मिलें वह खवाबों में

बंद आखों से अक्सर सरहद पार चला जाता हूँ

मिलने मेहदी हसन से …

आँखों को VISA नहीं लगता
सपनों की सरहद कोई नहीं…

(from... The Times of India's Aman ki Asha)

Bird Crash

A bird learnt to fly,
It was not easy though...
He often felt very low..
Nurtured dream to see the world...
An angel in the heaven kept him going..
He felt better and never stopped

And one fine day he zoomed in the sky...
Dreamt of Heaven to find the angel..
In it was bad...when angel broke her vow..

All in vain and hopes despaired...
Bird fell like a stone and hurt everywhere...
The dust of Earth and pain of heaven...
Angel nowhere and bruises all over..

Nothing inpires him anymore
Angel not in sight ...
He knows nothing more...
Some advised him to dream for low..
He said if not angel than nothing would go...

February 10 - The Start

I'm pleased to enter the world of blogging. Today, Feb 10th 2010, when I go back the timeline, it was in 1931 that New Delhi became capital of India. If New Delhi is "Dil" of Bharat, then NAGPUR is NAVEL... and it is the navel, which connects us to our mother. I'm blessed that I'm born in Nagpur, I've direct connection with my MOTHERLAND.



- Krupal